| And this little Isaac didn’t get hit with an apple
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| So I ain’t got no gravity on my back
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| We can sit down and play a game of Scrabble
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| And I’ll move diagonally in an alley and relax
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| Where human face paint may fade to a faint speckle and spackle
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| Pterodactyl wings will eventually flap
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| I’m picking out pieces of shrapnel from my skin as I begin to float above the
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| track
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| The facts, they never will apply
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| In fact, I’m laughing with my back up to the sky
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| And over the cotton candy rainforest they forage we will fly
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| Let the angry spiders eat their wives
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| They’ll be punished with more little puny lives
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| And over the cotton candy rainforest they forage we will fly
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| This little brain’s got big ideas to unravel
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| With the devil himself, I made my pact
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| I sold my soul to speak with the Lord for a minute
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| He gave me a new one, which finished up our chat
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| Sometimes people gotta ask me why I don’t wear that old shackle
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| Man, I used to but it caused my collapse
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| I got two hands holding onto the axel now
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| They’re spinning around and around and around cos it don’t hold back
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| The facts, they never will apply
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| In fact, I’m laughing with my back up to the sky
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| And over the cotton candy rainforest they forage we will fly
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| Let the angry spiders spin their lies
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| We’ll hang them up around telephone poles and wires
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| And over the cotton candy rainforest they forage we will fly
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| And though you may try
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| You won’t me bringing me down from this place
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| Though I don’t know why
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| It’s too sweet down there
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| For my taste
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| It’s too sweet down there for my taste |